When my father died, he left me a pawnshop called Pawnshop Number Whatever.
By day, it had no customers.
By night, it was packed with souls, trading kindness, malice, and years of life for what they desired.
Tonight, my last customer was my husband, away on campaign.
He looked at the masked shopkeeper without recognizing me.
“I’d like to pawn my wife outright.”
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